Let's Go To Bed: Engine Heart (15)
She sits at home, un-eaten tub of ice cream in hand, watching fucking re-runs of Desperate Housewives, because yes, indeed; Kathryn Prescott has sunk so low in her state of wallowing that she even has begun to watch her twin’s favorite show. She watches, tortured, as another affair happens between two people she really could give shit about; but then one of them pulls back and states the ever-clichéd line of “No, you have a husband”, and Kat starts crying all over again.
“You need to get up, and stop being a pussy hole.” Meg clicks the t.v. off, throws the remote down on the couch. Kat watches through teary eyes as it bounces off the couch, and hits the glass coffee table with a loud PING.
“Mum’s going to kill you.”
“I don’t give a shit what mum is going to do. Your depression is making me slightly bloated, and I’ve got a date tonight, which was actually supposed to be your date, because I’m a good sister, and got you a date, but you decided it would better for your health to sit on the couch, gain 15 pounds, and delete episodes of Desperate that I haven’t seen. So enough with the Bridget Jones’ Diary, go do something that doesn’t require you being, like, a twat.
Kat mumbles a “fuck off”, as she drags the blanket behind her to her room.
--
It’s been a month. A month since filming ended, a month since the wrap party, a month since Lily said “good”, a month since Kat dismissed Kaya as nothing more than a friend (which in retrospect was really stupid, being that Kaya is hot, and apparently available). Only the month has seemed more like a year, and Kat waits for the moment where it all becomes easy. Only it doesn’t, and Kat rolls her eyes at the sound of her phone buzzing.
“Hi. Jesus, I’ve become the pathetic stalker now… but it’s been a fucking month, man. And I’ve called you more times than my phone bill can handle, and yet I still have not heard back from you. I can only think of two reasons of why; either you’re inexplicably mad at me, or you’ve been kidnapped by ninja assassins and now are being holed up in Japan somewhere learning the way of the ninja. If that’s the case, then please delete the 400 other messages I’ve left, because I understand that. But if you’re mad at me-“ There’s a pause, and Kat can just picture Lily blinking her eyes rapidly, “-You said you loved me, Kat. You can’t say you love someone and then just not talk to them. That’s not how it works. So call me, you cunt.”
The messages only makes Kat cry more.
--
“Kat!” Kat covers her head with a pillow, “KAT!” Kat gives Meg the finger, Meg rips the pillow from over Kat’s head, “It’s three in the afternoon.” Meg whacks her on the head. Kat just rolls over. “Right. I’ve called Lily, she’s coming in a few, get dressed.”
Kat springs up, shouts, “You’ve done-WHAT? MEGAN.”
Meg smiles, hands Kat pants, “I’ve called Lily, because I’m sick of you being all depressed and shit; plus there’s this weird twin thing that when you get depressed, I get depressed. I didn’t even enjoy fucking Jamie two nights ago-“
“I so did not need to know that.”
“Whatever. Point is, yeah, that you need to get over whatever happened. But according to Lily, nothing happened. So now that just makes you seem bonkers… and almost bipolar.”
Kat snatches her pants, glares at Meg. “You going?”
Meg smiles, flips Kat off, walks out of the room.
--
The window apparently is way to small for Kat’s entire being, but miraculously Kat fits through. She rolls on the ground for a few, holds her scraped knee. Then gets up, stumbles to the side of the house. Dives into a bush, when she sees peroxide blonde walking up the street.
Murmurs “bollocks”, and then runs as soon as the blonde is out of sight.
Takes note never to wear high heels when trying to make a great escape, because inevitably the heel breaks, and Kat ends up rolling down the rest of her hill instead of running.
--
She ditches her broken heels in some shrub, and soon is running faster than she thought she could. Her feet glide over potholes, and trash, and she’s sure that people are staring at her. It’d probably be slightly weird to see a barefoot small Elvin-like redhead dashing through the streets of London. Nevertheless she finds her way to the tube, and holes herself up on a seat.
Thinks I’ve officially lost it, only then there is a pair of blue eyes staring at her, and she’s staring back. And it feels all too familiar.
“Kat?”
--
“I haven’t seen you in-“
“A month.”
“Yeah.” Kaya sits down next to Kat, “So… erm. This is awkward, isn’t it?” She giggles.
Kat smiles. “Well-erm, yeah.”
There’s a silence, and Kaya starts kicking her feet, and then looks to Kat’s feet, “Where the fuck are your shoes?”
“A shrubbery.”
“I’m not even going to ask.”
“I was running away-well, no-no, yes kind of. Running.”
“Still haven’t improved on your English skills, have you?”
“Twat.”
“I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too.”
Another pause.
“It’s only been a fucking month. We’re pathetic.”
Kat grins, “Tell me about it.”
--
They spend the day in a coffee shop. It’s all kinds of lovely.
--
“Can we go on a date?”
“Kaya…”
“No. I’m serious. No characters or whatever. I mean… we can play if we want,” Wiggles her eyebrows, “But no cheating, no fucking around with hearts, no weird ass triangles. Just an epically cute date.”
“No Jack?”
Something shimmers in Kaya’s eyes, and Kat notices it to quickly. Kaya snaps her head down, murmurs ‘no’.
It elicits a sigh, and Kat shuffles her feet, “I want to say yes.”
Kaya looks up; grins.
“But…”
“There can’t be any buts. You said yes.”
“No I didn’t. I, like-I expressed the urge to say yes.”
“So therefore your innate answer is to say yes.”
“No. Yes. No! Fuck.”
“I’m a detective, Kat. It’s my job.”
“What? That makes, like, absolutely no sense.”
And then Kaya kisses her, and it’s all sorts of lovely.
--
She limps her way back up her hill.
--
“Where the fuck is your shoes?” The voice comes from behind her, and Kat leaps five feet in the air.
“Fucks sakes.” She turns around, locks eyes with a certain blonde.
“Scared you?”
“Yeah.”
“Again, where the fuck is your shoes, man?”
“A shrubbery.”
“Ditched ‘em, while running away from me?”
“How did you-“
“A small red-head rolling down a hill? Hard not to see that.”
Kat opens her mouth, closes it. They stare at each other, until Kat feels like breaking, and Lily looks like she’s going to start sobbing.
“Can I just say that you’re an supreme cunt?” Lily’s voice jumps an octave, “A really big fucking twat.”
“I-“
“And what’s worse is the fact that I still want to kiss you. After you’ve ignored me for a month, and then moronically ran the fuck away from me. Who wants that? Crazy people. You’ve made me insane, Kat. Absofuckinglutely insane. So fuck you. And your hair, and sexy voice, and ability to make me blush. Just-Just fuck you.”
Kat kisses her.
--
They don’t make it to Kat’s bed. They don’t even make it to the stairs, or the kitchen, or the living room. No, Kat’s got Lily hoisted up on the dining room, and viciously, or ‘passionately’ sucks on her neck. It’s kind of funny though, because Kat can barely reach Lily’s neck, and the angle in which she’s leaning is near to horizontal. And then there’s a CRACK, and soon Lily’s sliding sideways, as Kat falls backwards, topples over a chair, and watches as Lily and the dining room table crash to the floor.
--
“Maybe it’s a sign that this is doomed.” Kat says, places ice to Lily’s knee.
“Or just a sign that people should not make out on old dining room tables.”
Kat places Lily’s hand over the ice, and then hugs her. “I’m sorry” is muffled by Lily’s hair, but Lily squeezes Kat tighter anyhow.
“I freaked out. You still had William, and he like, came, to the interviews. And three hours before I said I loved you-well I had confessed to saying I love you-and then he’s there. Kissing you, hugging you, fucking laughing at your idiotic jokes, when I’m supposed to be laughing at your idiotic jokes.”
“They’re clever!”
“Right, and I’m an African mother of two.”
“So then they are clever…?” Lily smiles, then winces as she moves her knee.
“Anyway, I’m-I’m sorry, for not calling you.”
“Apology halfway accepted. You’re going to have to do a lot more ass kissing than that to get accepted back into Heaven.”
“So then, like, you’re saying that you’re heaven, and god and stuff?”
“Damn straight, man”
“Good to know.”
--
They drink tea on the collapsed table-in suits that Kat found in the attic, which are entirely too small for them, and Lily dons a paper crown, while Kat has a bow taped to her forehead.
--
Lily leaves.
Kat runs up to her room, sits at the computer, waits until her mother comes home.
--
There’s a small knock, and Kat opens the door to a beaming Meg.
“Mum’s turned bright red and gone bonkers. You. Are. So. Grounded.”
And like every time Megan feels like she’s won the never-really-argued-argument, she turns on her heel, flips her hair, and prances back to her room.
--
She waits on her bed; plays with her rings.
--
“Kathryn… What the bollocky wank shite fucking cunt mother of god happened down there?”
And then Kat starts laughing because her mum just said ‘bollocky wank shite’, and it’s all too hilarious. Only her mother gets even more furious and ends up grounding Kat for a week.
--
She’s still laughing when she gets ready for bed. Meg, taking after dearest mum, turns bright red, and fuming claiming that Kat ‘can’t take anything fucking seriously. Even when you get in fucking trouble you laugh; when you screw my boyfriend you laugh, when you fail a test you laugh, when someone almost gets bitten by a snack, a poisonous snake mind you, you fucking laugh.” To which Kat laughs, and mutters, “The snake was fake, Meg. I placed it there.” Elicits a “Cunt”, and a hard slap on the head, followed by Kat throwing her toothbrush.
--
She lies in bed for a while, touching her lips, feels both kisses at once.
--
“Kitty.”
Kat opens her eyes. Takes in the sight before her, “Lily? Erm, like how the fuck did you get in here? And like-well-erm, where are your clothes?”
“Window open, and things are so much more fun when clothes are out of the picture.”
There’s a flash, and Kaya stands next to Lily, hand on her shoulder, completely nude.
“Fancy meeting you here, Loveless.”
“I figure we are here for the same thing.”
Kat takes a deep breath in, and starts praying that this isn’t a dream. Lily looks at her, and then to Kaya, back to Kat.
“You’re the only one clothed.”
Kaya chimes in, “That’s just not fair. I think it’d be best if you didn’t have any clothes on.”
Kat scoots herself up onto the back of the bed, Lily bounces her way to Kat. Places a chaste kiss on her lips, murmurs “Off.” Kat happily obliges.
--
It’s like basking in a pool of milk chocolate, or… well there’s nothing really better than basking in a pool of milk chocolate… unless you’re allergic to chocolate, but by then life just sucks. Kat feels every single nerve in her body swell; the breeze coming through her window tingles her skin, her hair stands erect… as well as other parts of her body. And Kat rubs her eyes, just to check that she’s not dreaming that there are two willing, hot and naked girls in front of her. She watches, halfway dazed, as Kaya climbs on to the bed and in slow mo, with wind blowing her hair back, crawls to Kat.
--
One mouth is on each nipple, and all Kat can do is grip the back of her bed. Lily licks as Kaya bites. Kaya sucks as Lily nibbles. Lily scratches the inside of Kat’s thigh, as Kaya tugs at her earlobe. Kat opens her eyes, briefly, and watches as Kaya slides down her torso; kissing a pathway to Kat’s-
“Hey!” Lily sits up, “No. Kaya, I get to do that.”
“I don’t see you down here, now do I? So therefore, mine.” Kaya goes back to teasing Kat’s inner thigh. Kat closes her eyes, breathes in deeply.
“No, man. That’s so not fair.”
This time, Kaya sits up, and Kat snaps open her eyes, rather frustrated.
“Why is it not fair? I can actually make her come.” Kaya glides to her knees.
“And you’re saying that I can’t?”
“I’m not saying anything, I’m just saying I have a really skilled tongue.”
“She does.” Kat pipes in, gives Lily a shrug.
“Well why can’t I have a try?” Lily places her hands on her hips, and stares intently at Kaya, “It’s not yours, is it? It’s not like it’s private property.”
Kat sits up, “It’s not like it’s public!”
Kaya looks to her, “That’s debatable.” Looks back to Lily, “Plus Loveless, no offense, but I really doubt you’d actually know what you’re doing.”
“How the fuck would you know? I might be the best fucking muff muncher you’ve ever known.” Lily’s voice jumps another octave.
Kat clenches her jaw. This was so not supposed to go like this. Not that having two ridiculous gorgeous girls argue over who’s going to eat her out isn’t kind of ridiculously hot, but Kat would much rather have the action actually performed, instead of witnessing the argument. She raises her hands, feels a little bit like a stud, “Girls, girls. It’s okay. You both can give it a go. But, like, let’s get started, right? Enough of me to, you know, like go around.”
Only Kaya and Lily are glaring at each other, seemingly not hearing a word that Kat says.
Then Kaya speaks, “Fine. Best muff muncher ever? Prove it.”
Kat watches, awkwardly turned on, and shocked as Lily lunges forward and catches one of Kaya’s nipples between her teeth. Kaya rolls her head back, and the two of them take to the floor.
--
Her eyes are glued to Lily’s tongue, which (at some magical speed) somehow has Kaya paralyzed in a state of pleasure; head backwards, body in a thin sheet of sweat, nipples twenty fucking stories high, hands outstretched, face flushed. And then with a loud cry, Kaya shakes… and shakes, and shakes, and mother fucking shakes. Kat starts to feel like she’s just popped in a porno; Lily rises from in between Kaya’s legs, licks her lips, and grins.
Kaya takes in a deep breath, “Jesus, Loveless. Jesus fucking Christ.”
“Told you.”
Kaya rises, grabs hold of Lily’s neck, and tugs her in for a kiss.
Kat clenches her own thighs, now fully aware of the throbbing, and heat, and moisture that spreads slowly down her legs. She clears her throat. The two girls on the floor part, and look at her.
“Do you think… erm-like you know…”
Kaya chuckles, “Looks like we’ve got Kathryn a bit worked up.”
“What should we do?”
Kaya kisses Lily again, and climbs into her lap, “Kat? Does this-“ She slips a hand between Lily’s leg. Lily gasps. Kaya looks to Kat, “Does this get you worked up, too?”
Kat feels her jaw slack, and she nods slowly.
Kaya kisses Lily; slows down her hand, and Lily squeezes her eyes shut. Bites Kaya’s lip.
Kat bites her own lip, and slips her own hand down.
Kaya stops abruptly; detaches herself from Lily, who now is bright red and panting.
“Kat? Want to take over?”
Kat slips off the bed; crawls on top of Lily, replaces Kaya’s hand. Kaya presses herself flush against Kat’s back; nibbles at her neck, replaces Kat’s hand with her own. Lily leans forward and occupies Kat’s mouth with her own.
--
Kat wakes with a shudder. Her body hot, her hand underneath the covers, and her bed cold. No signs of any hot co-stars in her black hole of room.
Kat sits up, tries to slow the pounding in her ribcage.
“Oh fuck.” Rubs her eyes.
--
Kaya calls that morning; sings Kat the most annoying wake up song ever. Ends the call with “see you at 7.” Kat rolls her eyes, and mutters “Of course.”
--
Lily calls 15 minutes later, tells Kat a story about a dancing old lady on the tube, has Kat rolling on the floor laughing. Ends the call with, “I’ll see you at 7:30 yeah?” Kat hums in agreement.
--
Takes another 15 minutes for Kat to realize that she just doubled booked her night.
--
Tries to call both of her dates
--
It’s Kaya (giggles) Erm… yeah… just leave a message.
BEEP
Gotcha
BEEP
--
It’ssssss Lillllyyyyy, man! You have graced my message box. Leave your message here.
Hold up, how do I turn this thing off? Will, can you-yeah, no. Do I press this? Oh.
BEEP
--
It’s 6:55. Kat checks her hair for the 15th time. Meg stares at her, goes, “Chill out, yeah? You look fine.” Then shoves Kat out of the way, checks her own hair.
--
Kat opens the door, smiles at a short, tight red dress wearing Kaya, who at the moment appears to be trying to fix her very lacy pink bra.
“Hi.”
Kaya kisses her, “Sorry, couldn’t help myself. You look kind of hot.”
Kat smiles, opens the door wider. Meg descends the stairs, catches Kaya’s eye.
“Well, hi sexy lady.”
Meg blushes. Kat fumes.
--
“Where are we going?” Kat asks; eyes intently on the road as Kaya careens through a blockade of cars.
“Axis.”
Meg squeals in the back of the car, “Axis? How the hell did you get all of us in there?”
“There are perks to being on Skins, you know. You’ll figure that out when this series airs.”
“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.”
Kat rolls her eyes, “You had to invite her?”
“Oh come on, it’s Axis. I invited Lily as well.”
“You what?”
“I invited Lily.”
“Oh.”
Kaya smiles, and swerves the car.
Kat grabs her phone
TO: LILY
7:13 pm
So… Axis? J
Her phone buzzes.
FROM: LILY
7:14 pm
Were u planning 2 tell me that you were going out with Kaya tonight as well?
TO: LILY
7:14 pm
Meg was. I got invited along. Was going ot call you, but I gues Kaya beat me 2 it.
FROM: LILY
7:14 pm
Uh huh. Sure. J See you at fucking swanky Axis.
TO: LILY
7:15 pm
:D
--
Kaya almost hits a car, pulls into the valet.
Meg grabs Kat’s hand, whispers, “I’m looking forward to being famous.”
--
“Hello swanky people.” Lily walks up them, dressed in a short little black dress.
“Looking to get laid tonight, Loveless?” Kaya inquires as she goes in for a hug.
Lily looks to Kat, winks, “One can only hope. Yourself?” Kaya pulls away, stands next to Kat. Meg pecks Lily on the cheek.
Kaya places her arm around Kat’s shoulders, looks sideways at Kat, “Always.”
Meg grabs Lily’s arm, “Wouldn’t it be highlarious if you two ended up screwing each other.”
Both Lily and Kaya laugh, “That’s just be weird.”
Kat widens her eyes, gulps. Meg looks to her, grins. Kat muscles out a “yeah”. Meg leans in, whispers “I do have ears you know."